Cool eyes! A weima ru, a weimma, a weimawumm…a dog!
Hmmm…an online MOBS support group…hadn’t considered that…maybe there’s potential there. I’ll hafta see what my wife thinks of that…
[sub]Leifsmama, sorry about the continued hijack…now back to our regurlarly scheduled Awwww-inspiring stories…[/sub]
My oldest (he is 6) was eating a pop tart for breakfast (does that make me a bad mom?) and he handed it to me and said “mom, you eat it, my sweet tooth is all worn out”…how cute is that?
Margo
I just almost choked to death on my lunch. Funniest damn thing I have heard all week.
Twiddle
My little one is almost 2… she doesn’t say much but when she does talk she’s so serious about it. She’s got the sesame street kids fave songs 2 where the running gag is snuffy chasing a giant meatball. She calls it the “Uh-oh ball” movie.
She dances to everything too including commercials. We can get her to do a few dances. Munchkin dance is her spinning in circles, river dance is her stomping her feet and Cara dance is her swaying back and forth.
Her word for dog is for her to pant. She saw a dog in a car at the supermarket and got all excited. She was gesturing like a maniac and babbling her head off and every so often she’d interject pant-pant. I wish I knew what all the other stuff meant.
She loves her teddy bear and we call him pink bear (as he is a pink bear … oh and don’t ask why we refer to him as a he either… we don’t know) She likes to put him on her lawnmower and ride him around the house. I can tell every time he falls off as I hear “uh oh” from afar.
I did love the vomit story… that’s too funny 
I don’t know what our baby due in the fall will be yet but if it’s a girl my husband plans to spend from when my oldest turns 12 until they both move out in an apartment in the basement. Everything in our house thus far except the hamster is female! He’d definitely appreciate FOGS! As a stay at home mom who’s new to this area I need a mom’s group myself!!
One of my three adorable nieces did something naughty and ultra-cute the other day. She got in big trouble for drawing on the walls downstairs (and what kid hasn’t?). Anyway, my sister had a long talk with her about how you only draw on paper. Big Talk. Only paper. Niece agrees to only draw on paper from then on.
Next day, niece is being awfully quiet during her quiet time, so my sister went up to check on her. There she is, drawing on the wall of her bedroom.
Sister: “What are you doing? I have told you that you may only draw on paper!”
Niece: “Yes, mommy. This is wallpaper!”
When my sister told me that, we agreed that niece had totally outsmarted her. And she’s only three!
My kids used to be cute. Back in the eightys I was in a NATO school and got in a friendly argument with a Canadian soldier about who had the cutest kid in the world.
He produced a picture of his kid and when I couldn’t come up with a picture, (imagine a french accent here) he said:“Your team, zay don’t show up on zee field, my team, zay win by default.”
Ever since then, I have refered to my kids as the second and third cutest kids in the world.
My kid (21 months, yesterday) dances only to the “Cops” theme song. He comes running in from another room if he hears that music, and dances in front of the TV.
And he just learned how to play hide-and-seek. But he will hide for an hour at a time, just waiting for someone else to figure out that he’s playing. No notice, just hiding, then giggling madly when someone finally finds him.
Gypsygirl… that’s really cute but sometimes it must be a little unsettling. I don’t think she’s playing hide n seek but sometimes Cara will climb into the bay window and watch the cars go by or just sit with a kitty and play with her toys. I know now to look for here there but I was scared the first couple times I couldn’t find her!
She will also come from anywhere in the house no matter what she’s doing for a chance to watch someone pee. So help you if the door is closed (although this week she has made real progress with doorknobs cringe) she will pound on the door and scream to be let in.
Heh! Little kids…they’re so darn cute.
When paidhi boy was two (a year ago!) a fly got into the house. Mr. Cameron nailed it with the flyswatter, and paidhi boy said cheerfully, “Bye bye fwy!”
Paidhi girl is 6. The other day in the car she said to me, “Mama, isn’t it funny how I think and think all the time but I’m still silly?”
My personal favorite was when she was three. Her school (Montesorri) had this puzzle of a flower, and they would trace each piece and label it–the stamen, the pistil, the corolla, the peduncle (a new word for me!) etc. So she’d picked a tulip out of the front yard, and we were driving somewhere. “Look at this on the flower,” she told me. I couldn’t turn around to look since I was driving. I figured she was going to show me some flower part, and said, “I can’t look right now honey. What is that part of the flower called?” There was a brief silence, and then, "It’s called ‘the bug on the tulip.’ " I nearly crashed the car laughing.
Gotta love 'em.
I don’t know which thread is better…this one or the one about “old people” last week. Heh.
I love kids when I don’t have to see or hear or smell them. 
A few years ago when the whole Tinky Winky scandal broke, my daughter was very small. Probably not even two. Anyway, some newscaster was discussing it on television and my daughter came running into the room when she heard the word Teletubbies. She watched the entire segment in silence, and then proceeded to run around the house shouting “Teletubbies gay! Teletubbies gay!”
This one was a little cute, but also a little disconcerting.
My best (at the time) friend’s 3-4-year-old, his pa, and me, are all in the kitchen. I’m joking with pa about how, now that Wolfgang is starting to talk in sentances, I’m going to teach him all the words incorrectly. I say, “Anything he asks me, I’m gonna tell him it’s a dromedary.”
Kid looks up at me and pa and says, “Is that a camel?”
Me and pa are stunned.
“Did you teach him that?”
“-I- Didn’t teach him that! Did you?”
“Nope!”
Kid runs off with a big grin on his face. We -still- don’t know where he learned that dromedaries are camels.
[B}ArrrMatey**, you reminded me of another story. My best friend’s son barged into the living room once, when he was barely 5 years old, demanding to know, “What do you call more than one octupus?!?!?!” After a startled glance, his mom ventured, “Octopi?” Josh came back with, “And WHAT do they eat? Plankton, right?!?!?”
Where in the world he learned this, we never discovered. In kindergarten, he wanted to be a marine biologist and the President of the U.S. simultaneously. That kid is so smart it’s scary. He told me his first presidential act would be to “abolish tornadoes.”
My kid aint old enough to say anything cute as yet.
